The Girl with the Purple Hair

Chapter 85

Blake wasn't acting the same. Jace could tell that easily. She hasn't been acting the same towards him, blowing him off and not really talking to him.

She's been in her room most of the time when she wasn't at school, not really eating anything either.

"Hey bubba" Jace smiled at her.

She gave him a tight smile, and sat down in her seat.

"How was your day?"

She only shrugged in response making him sigh.

"You look pretty today" he smiled.

She was wearing her dark red sweats with a big black baggy hoodie and her hair up in a messy bun again. She didn't have any makeup on and he thought she was drop dead gorgeous with no makeup on. Not that she wasn't beautiful with it on, he just loved when she had a bare face.

"Thanks" she murmured.

She began taking down notes, not paying any attention to Jace as he sighed.

"I love you."

His smile brightened when her stiff shoulders relaxed a bit.

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Jace stopped by Blake's house after work. He had bought her a bunch of candies, hot cheetos, and a little teddy bear. He didn't know why she was acting like this, but he wouldn't let that stop him from trying to cheer her up.

"Is Blake home?" Jace asked Susie.

"She's up in her room."

Susie opened the door wider and Jace immediately walked upstairs making Susie smile at the teen boy.

Jace knocked softly, only hearing a soft growl from Sparrow.

Jace peeked his head in and saw Blake reading a book on her bed, Sparrow by her and staring at the door.

"Hey baby, I got you some stuff" Jace smiled.

"Thank you."

He sighed at her monotone voice, her eyes not lifting up from her spot on the book.

"Blake."

"Hmm."

"Can we talk?"

"I'm reading."

"Blake seriously, stop reading for a second."

She put her book down after sliding a bookmark in, "what?"

"What happened that made you act like this?" he asked her.

She shrugged, her eyes falling onto her songbook.

"Something must have happened."

"I got a letter back."

Jace furrowed his eyebrows, "from who?"

"The guy who killed my dad. I got a letter back and I read the first word and I couldn't continue. I've been trying to figure out what he could have said and it's annoying me."

"Would you like me to read it for you?" Jace asked softly.

"Can you?"

He nodded and she pointed to her songbook where the letter had laid beneath it. He grabbed it and opened it up gently.

"Read to myself first or out loud?"

"To yourself" she murmured.

Do you remember the person who killed John Lennon? The only way to get more famous is to kill a famous person? I got drunk when it was raining real hard and rammed into the first person I saw because my wife had just left me, but it just so happen to be Adam who was in the car. Do I regret what I did? Hell no, I've said it many times before, everyone in this place knows that. I only miss my freedom, but hey at least everyone knows my name, I am praised here by the other inmates. So sorry but I don't feel guilty at all. Quite satisfied with what I did honestly.